She shrugs as if it’s not a major violation of my trust, though at this point, there really are no boundaries to our love for one another, so she already knows there’s no chance I’ll be upset with her over this.
“Consider it a fun little social experiment before we leave in the fall. Besides, you should thank me that I kept things mostly PG.”
I raise my eyebrows at her. “Number ten is most certainly not PG.”
“Thus, I saidmostlyPG. I bet your hockey boy could help you with a few of those things.” Ryan waggles her brows suggestively, and I wish I could shove her through the phone.
“I’m sure he could, but it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.”
“Never say never, bestie,” she singsongs before we tell each other good night and hang up.
Setting my phone down on my side table, I grab a pen out of my nightstand and update my list as I cross off number four from tonight’s game. I also add in parentheses that number five needs to be an original song.
Knowing sleep is going to evade me, I shut my journal and place it back in its hiding spot. Once I’ve changed and gotten ready for bed, I’m just plugging my phone into the charger when there’s a knock on my bedroom door.
Without opening it, my dad says, “Good night, Taev.”
“Good night, Dad. Love you.”
He doesn’t say it back, which isn’t an uncommon thing for him to do. My mom was the one to show her love through hugs and cuddles, but she was also the one to express her love verbally every chance she got. I suppose I continue to tell him I love him, even when he doesn’t say it back, because I strive to be like my mother in every small way I can be. I’m not sure if that’s harder on my dad at times, because she was the love of his life, but regardless, I’ll continue to tell him just the same.
Sighing, I dive under the covers and adjust my pillow before remembering I need to set my alarm. Just as I’ve set it, my phone buzzes.
Unknown:
Sleep tight, Taevin Gray.
Me:
Who is this?
Unknown:
Wow, was our first date that unremarkable?
I smile like a fool and have to stop myself from squealing at the butterflies unleashing at the realization that Jackson somehow managed to get my phone number.
Me:
Sorry, you must have the wrong number. I’ve never had a first date.
Jackson:
What can I do to convince you to change that?
Me:
I learned another new hockey term tonight.
Jackson:
*whew* so you do know who this is.
Jackson:
What term is that?
Me:
